"May It Be Released" When the weight feels heavy, and the night is long, When your heart is weary, and the light feels gone, Take a breath, let go, let the river flow, May peace find you, let the healing grow. May anything that’s bothering…

Woke up to the sunrise, painted gold across the sky, Took a breath of morning air, let the worries pass me by. Ain’t got riches, ain’t got fame, but I’ve got love, and that’s okay, Counting blessings one by one, that’s the rhythm of my day…

Let It Go I used to hold on like the tide to the shore, Fighting every wave, wanting something more. But some things don’t bend, and some things break, And peace don’t come ‘til you stop the ache. There’s a time to fight, a time to flow…

"Always There" I still set the table like you’ll walk through the door, Still hear your footsteps on that old wooden floor. The world kept turning, but mine stood still, You’re gone from sight, but I feel you still. There’s no goodbye…

Just stupid and a little bit crap

"Gilligan's Island" was (pick one): (a) the stupidest sitcom ever produced; or (b) a brilliant piece of absurdist theater. The correct answer may be (a), but if you chose (b), there is a good argument there. No matter what (and despite the number…

SSA with Piano accompaniment. Written for Beniaminek children's choir (Enfield, London) for their 2021 Christmas Album "Male Swiatelko z Betlejem" (Little Light from Bethlehem). Text by s. Karen Trafankowska CFSN. Performed by Mikolaj…

This sonata was written in the wake of the COVID pandemic from 2021 to 2023. Its movements express my feelings about the madness of it all. Our world is unjust and only getting more terrifying with each passing year. May we find a way to overcome…

credits: samples music by Peter, Paul and Mary

a twist in the tale.... My sister Mary calls on me Very rare she comes around She tells me she is in love with this guy Who lives on the other side of town Wide eyed, loud and gushing She tells me his name is Danny McCrew Over coffee…

I wrote a poem and a song based on some experiences and dreams. Sunday Jazz Brunch (written for BC) I dream of us at Sunday jazz brunch Bacon, eggs, home fries, coffee, and jazz. Relaxing in our robes and slippers Reminiscing about…

A Funk-Rock song, very energetic

A Deep/House song

There's a story behind this that's uninteresting to anyone but me. A short version is that my old, broken guitar (made semi-immortal with duct tape and instrumental willpower) needed to play this Dylan song before it is laid to rest.

Trucks pass by my house all night Across the river east and west I hike for several hours a day And climb upon the granite crest Where I can see the valley floor And forest with its secret streams The gold mined towns that lie below…